Love Killer

"Before you go back and tell them the result?" Feng Zhannuo folded his arms enthusiastically, "Then I'll wait."

Feston's eyes were also full of interest, "I thought you were not interested."

"I'm not interested in the affairs of the Al-Qaeda Group, but your affairs are another matter." His words satisfied Fieston, but a certain killer didn't seem to intend to keep him happy for too long, "It's rare that someone gives you a headache. "Gloating tone.

This was talking about the Al-Qaeda Group and his family members, but Feston nodded in a serious manner, "That man is sitting next to me."

Feng Zhannuo just smiled, "It depends how long you can do it."

Feston values ​​his family, but what would he do if they were the ones who came to trouble him?Feng Zhannuo was sure that he would know the answer.

Belivia disappeared, and it was announced to the public that she was dead. A tabloid reporter with good deeds reported the small movement in the opera house, and linked it to a car accident. Unfortunately, people who don’t know the royal family’s secrets don’t understand this incident. The news is not very interesting.

The truth is often so invisible, and the falsehood is presented in front of people, and it is strange that everyone is willing to accept it.

The social difficulties of Monaco gave birth to a new darling, Baron Macro Winters, who fascinated countless men and women. He was once a mysterious figure in the upper class of England. This low-key baron suddenly appeared in the Grand Casino of Monaco , One night of gambling, no one knows how to win or lose, but most of the people present were very fortunate to witness the baron's demeanor with their own eyes.

Another tabloid published such a news in a large space, and it became the subject of gossip for a while.

The lives of nobles are always talked about by the public, just like some celebrities, such and such actresses are pregnant, and such and such male celebrities get drunk and make trouble, these are all things to talk about after dinner.

Feston put down the newspaper. This was the third tabloid he saw that published photos. Before the plane took off, he called the hotel, "Congratulations on becoming the national idol of Monaco."

"This sentence sounds a bit sour, are you jealous of me becoming a star of tomorrow?" The voice that answered the phone was a little hasty.

"Now you also have a dual identity. I'm afraid that if you accidentally cut your head, no one knew what you looked like before." Feston switched the phone and answered it, paused, "What are you doing?"

"Do exercise, otherwise what else can you do." Feng Zhannuo replied panting.

"Don't tell me it's exercise on the bed." I don't know if it's a joke or to confirm that he didn't steal food behind his back, Feng Zhannuo laughed, "Even if it is, you can't get off the plane."

Feston looked out the window, "The plane hasn't taken off yet."

"Then do you want to come back to confirm? But I remember you said that you want to go back home before someone comes to the door." He took the phone in another hand, and continued to do the floor.

"No need to confirm, I can hear you, but there is no woman's voice." Feston picked up another newspaper at hand.

"Maybe it's a man." He let go of his hands and lay down on the floor, wiping his sweat with a towel. Feston didn't speak on the phone for a long time, so he called him a few times, "Aren't you kidding me?"

"Now is not the time to joke, this is the fourth news about you." Feston put away his joking mood, holding the newspaper in his hand, "I came up with this idea, but I didn't want you If it is so big, the British royal family will react sooner or later, and they will not see a fake in Monaco steal the limelight."

Feng Zhannuo knew what he was talking about, and smiled wryly, "I don't want to, this incident is completely a coincidence, who knows that there will be tabloid reporters looking for evidence to confirm my fake identity, Judy just happened to be doing well, I would also like to thank Baron Shark, who took care of a lot of difficult things for me before he died, which is really ironic."

The real Macro has gone through a lot of formalities, and even collected his identity certificates. It is not easy for one person to replace another person’s identity, but as long as the person being replaced wants to do the same, the process is not so complicated. up.

"You are what he ideally looks like. He hopes that everyone will think that the person in the photo is him, and you can be regarded as fulfilling his last wish." Feston said the truth, but what came out of his mouth was more like a sarcasm .

And he didn't finish his words, "Your photo was published in the newspaper. The British royal family will soon know that they killed the wrong person. They won't let a fake person be proud for too long. You have to be careful, maybe I shouldn't go back now..."

"Hey, stop it, are you saying you can't do it without me? Don't be kidding, you haven't been able to arrest me so far." Feng Zhannuo sat up to stop him from continuing, leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette .

"That's because I don't want to arrest you, it's not that I can't." Firston corrected him, "I don't want you to be too careless."

"I will be careful. By the way, even if you can catch me according to your assumption, I will kill you before you arrest me, so I am right, you can't catch me." The gun in the gun, the killer's confidence never faded.

"Are you still arguing about this now? Well, let's discuss it when you can shoot me." Felston's words hit the killer's weakness, Feng Zhannuo opened his mouth, and shot bullets one by one with a sneer Fill the magazine.

"Don't be too happy, I'll kill you when you come back." Kah, with the magazine in the gun, raised his eyebrows, "On the bed."

Feston laughed. The plane was about to take off. Before hanging up the phone, he said, "You stay in the hotel and don't go anywhere. I want you to be in the room when I come back."

"Go, you go to Washington, there is a feast waiting for you there, you can tell them that we have separated, so that no one will trouble me, I am not a woman, I don't care about the status," Feng Zhannuo Turning the gun, "We are all men, but we don't really have any status at all."

"I'll figure it out, maybe you haven't thought about it, because you don't care, but what if I care." Felston hung up after finishing speaking, and the phone was turned off after calling again, and the plane took off.

Feng Zhannuo looked at the phone in his hand, not knowing what he meant.

Care about fame, or something else?Could it be that Feston had changed his mind again, preferring to cause trouble for both of them rather than make a little compromise?It's better not to be like this, Feng Zhannuo looked directly at the ceiling with a cigarette in his mouth.

The marriage contract does not exist, and Feston does not need to be forced to marry. As long as Al-Qaeda, the force behind him, compromises, Folkoff will compromise, and the FBI will revoke Feston’s suspension.

Everything will be back on track.

Feng Zhannuo hoped so, put out the cigarette butt, he took a shower and put on his clothes, the packed luggage was already on the bed, if he was to stay here without doing anything, Feston should have known this is impossible.

He picked up the bag, did not check out, and left the hotel through the safe stairs, wearing a casual sports suit, stepping on sneakers, and carrying an unremarkable package on his back. In the eyes of the people around him, he was just a young man who liked sports, maybe he was a mountaineering enthusiast.

Feng Zhannuo likes to create false appearances, and also likes to pretend, but to be honest, he can't like those photos in the newspaper. The outstanding and eye-catching identity of a certain identity will increase the difficulty for him to become another person.

He needs to fade out of the public eye for a period of time, and this time can be used by Feston to deal with family issues.

Feng Zhannuo always believes that no matter what the relationship between him and Feston is, he and him should maintain a certain amount of private space. This field is not absolute. They will step into each other when the other party wishes, but because they both They are very strong people, so so far, the space between them is both blended and independent.

He knew that Feston wanted to hear him tell about his past in person, maybe when they met again this time, when he was in a good mood, his little request could be fulfilled.

Walking casually on the street, Feng Zhannuo is going to catch a flight next time, but there is still plenty of time, he plans to sit down and have a cup of coffee, and finds a roadside cafe. His long hair almost covers the front Close your eyes, he looks like he is sleepy, but maybe this lazy look is also attractive, and he has an extra sandwich next to his coffee cup.

"This is extra, throw it away and waste it." The young girl who collected the money winked at him.

He winked at her too, "I don't like waste."

The blue ocean was shining in the sun, and this charming smile came into view inadvertently. Before the girl could take another look, the man with the coffee turned and left the counter.

The sandwich is delicious, the coffee tastes good, Feng Zhannuo can feel the gaze from behind, but because it is not threatening, he does not intend to warn the other party about it, this is just the way a woman looks at a man.

But it wasn't just that, there were other people watching him, and he felt being followed not long after he left the hotel, and he hoped that the other party would take this opportunity to act, because he didn't want to take his tail to the airport.

He didn't move until he finished his sandwich and coffee, as if he came just to see him enjoy his breakfast, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and continued on his way.

When he arrived at a street with few people, he lost his patience and walked into a small alley. Several people who followed him not far away also walked in, but found that the target person had disappeared inexplicably.

There was no one in the alley, and this was a dead end. Just as they were looking for their target, a black shadow fell from mid-air, like a bat, with a dagger pointed at the throat of one of them, "Who are you? I'll give you three seconds clock time."

The other two took out their guns, but Feng Zhannuo was faster than them. He raised the knife and dropped it, and when his body was covered in blood, the opponent's gun fell into his hand, and he kicked the other gun to the ground.

The person lying on the ground had his throat cut open, held his throat and couldn't speak, one was pointed at by him with a gun, and the footsteps of the other were slowly moving back. This was not an opponent they could defeat.

There was applause, "It's beautiful, it's impeccable." A man clapped his hands and appeared at the entrance of the alley, standing dozens of feet away.